fandomhighdorms | Noon - 2nd floor common room

After Phys Ed, Ichigo's shoulder was hurting again. Which was stupid, you didn't run with your shoulder. So he was taking it easy and easy involved making toast for lunch. Not that there was any logic behind the reasoning, but he had a craving for toast so he was going to make toast.

The toaster beeped and Ichigo stacked the pieces on his plate and went to sit down. He stopped short of the table when he noticed a ghost mutely hovering at the other side of the table. It didn't have a chain like the ghosts in Ichigo's world, which just confirmed how different things were. Not different enough, however, or he wouldn't have a ghost hovering around him. "Shoo. I can't help you," he mumbled.

The ghost ignored him and Ichigo ignored the ghost as he sat down at the table. He was going to eat his toast, ghost or no ghost. The ghost had a different opinion as it hovered closer, through the table and...

"No! Don't you... NO!" Through his plate.

Ichigo glared at it. "Oh come on. That's disgusting." Grumbling, he got up and threw away the toast. He picked up two more slices of bread and popped them in the toaster. Stupid ghost.

[[Open. Ghost only visible to Ichigo, please. Unless it's canon for them to see ghosts, of course. So for radio, he's talking to thin air. Yep. *nods*]]

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Hinata blinked a bit as she glanced into the common room. "W-Were you talking to y-yourself, Ichigo-san?"

Ichigo jumped and stared at the ghost for a moment, confused as the voice and the ghost didn't match. The ghost shrugged and motioned towards the door.

"Oh! Hinata," he didn't blush really. He rubbed the back of his neck and shrugged. "Yes, I um... I dropped it. So yeah, disgusting." He nodded. "Hey, how are you?"

She contemplated him for a moment, but smiled. "I've b-been well," she said, stepping further into the room. "D-Dropping things aside, h-how have you b-been?"

"Good!" he said instantly, eagerly. Just ignore the bandages only just peeping out from under the edge of his sleeve. "Are you hungry? I'm making toast."

Her eyes picked out the bandages and she frowned slightly. "Y-Your idea of g-good involves a f-fight?" she wondered.

It was not, mind, that she disapproved--Hinata couldn't really disapprove, all things considered, but it was something good to know.

"I w-wouldn't mind, if you d-don't."

Ichigo grinned instantly. "No, it involves not losing it," he told her. "I don't mind." Because she was nice and the ghost was hovering on his side of the table and he preferred keeping it like that.

"T-Thank you." That got a wider smile. "I s-should hope that t-there's not t-that many people w-who enjoy l-losing fights."

"Well, maybe if you're a masochist," he wrinkled his nose and behind him the toaster pinged. "Um, what do you like with your toast?"

Hinata shrugged a bit. "I'm n-not particular," she said quietly. "And, I w-would think, e-even masochists would h-have more e-effective w-ways of b-being so."

"You've got a point there," he stepped around the ghost to grab a plate from the cupboard. "So jam's good?"

She watched him carefully.

"J-Jam's fine," Hinata agreed. "Is t-this your b-breakfast, or y-your lunch?"

"Lunch," he said, turning on his heels and startling as the ghost had moved closer. He made a face and bypassed it once more. "I already had class. I just... like toast with jam. There's strawberry, cherry and peach."

"P-Peach, please," she said. "W-What class did you h-have?"

"Physical education," he said. "The teacher made us run in pairs to test our endurance." He put a piece of toast on the plate and place it on the table.

"A-And you with b-bandages?"

And, presumably, injuries.

"It's not that bad," he said easily. He located the jar of peach jam and put it on the table. "I think there's juice in the fridge."

She stepped over to the fridge. "W-Which would y-you prefer?" Hinata asked, considering the contents. "T-there is apple, p-pineapple, cranberry, and o-orange."

"Apple," he stuffed two more slices of bread in the toaster. "How have your classes been?"

She retrieved the apple juice, closing the refrigerator. "W-Well enough," Hinata said. "T-Though I t-think I won't learn m-much in Survival S-Skills."

Ooh, someone Robin didn't know yet. "Hello." he said to Hinata. "I'm Robin, what's your name?"

"H-Hinata," she said, trying not to stare. "It's a p-pleasure to m-meet you."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too Hinata. Are you new this year?"

"I s-started at the b-beginning of s-summer," she admitted. "So n-not terribly n-new now, but n-not old either."

"I was gone all this summer, but I was here last year. Where are you from?"

Robin couldn't believe he hadn't hung out in the common room yet. Time to remedy that now.

"Hi!" Robin greeted any and all in the room. If that happened to include a ghost that he could not see, or hear, then so be it.

Ichigo could deal with ghosts, a frog talking however... that was almost as weird as a talking cat. He stared at the frog, forgetting his manners.

That was okay, Robin was used to that reaction. "Hi, I'm Robin. Yes, I am a talking frog." he said good naturedly.

"All of the time or just now?" Ichigo asked. No reason, really.

"All the time. There was a thing last year where I thought I was an enchanted prince, but I was wrong."

Noon - 2nd floor common room

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